Chap. I
Disclaimer- No, I do not own Wolf's Rain. Yes, I do long for a little Hige plushie that I can squeeze and cuddle.
I felt like such an idiot. God dammit, Lupus, you just had to show your wolf form to that soldier, then he tries to shoot you...at least I killed him so he'd shut up. How do I always manage to screw up somehow, no matter what? The stench of my blood was fresh and strong, even though the bullet only grazed me a bit. There better not be some scavenger or something looking for a meal...well, actually, I wouldn't mind killing something else if it meant some real food. I can't stand those shitty hot dogs or any of that crap anymore.
"Damn it all..." I moaned, kicking a nearby rock. I hated living here. I hated the stench of the damn city. I hated those skittish assholes known as dogs- and to think I was related to them! What happened to the joy of being free and running wild? Come to think of it, there was this philosopher who said "Man is born free but everywhere is in chains" (for anyone who actually cares to know, that's from the philosopher Jean-Jacques Rousseau). Thank god that didn't apply to wolves, and I'm not the religious type.
I paced near the town square when a bit of a breeze swept up. I swear, practically every single woman's skirt flew up, and they seemed to like the guys staring at their asses, the damn whores. I felt like the only tomboy in existence here, dressed in green sweatpants and a jacket, both made for guys. I hated everything about this city. So why didn't I leave?
It was all because of her...my closest friend, my only friend. So laid-back, so caring, she was such an easygoing fellow. Then that damned sickness came...we both caught it. I have no clue what the hell it was, but it was hell. She dug her grave when I was sleeping one day, then just got in, fell asleep and just hasn't woken up yet...but it's been at least a year since then. I just can't come to terms that I'm never gonna hunt with her, laugh with her, play-fight with her again...or that I lived...and she died. And I just can't leave this damned city. I start going, then I just can't leave. It's like I'm bound to this place like a damn dog on a leash.
Dammit, I want to explore! I want my soul to soar with the eagles that pass over the city, as if they were taunting me! I want FREEDOM! That longing pulling at me, I wandered back to this abandoned building I call home. By the time I got there, it was nighttime. I looked at the moon. Just a little more until a full moon...I had never felt so lonely in my life (how clichéd). And I felt absolutely pitiful. I mean, I'm a damn lone wolf for crying out loud! Wolves are pack animals! I pointed my snout at the moon, and just let it all free in one of the most glorious things in life- howling. I poured my heart and soul into it, forming each melancholy note with care. It'd been a while since I howled, and, boy, did it feel great! I was about to belt out another one, playing a bit of a game with myself of how long I could hold it, when I heard something I hadn't heard for at least a year- a howl from a wolf other than myself.
Oh my fucking god.....was this really happening? If this was a dream from when I knocked myself out by playing the long howl game and running out of air, I don't even want to think of what I'll do. Just something that involves killing, I know that much.
I immediately howled back, trying to sound less pitiful. Another response. O-kay...from the looks of it, a bunch of guy wolves with this flower maiden or something are headed for this city. I don't give a shit what the hell a 'flower maiden' is. All that mattered now was that I met these guys.